The school’s little wild cat is cute and sweet

In the morning, the students left the hot spring villa one after another, and the guests attending the welcoming banquet arrived one after another.

Before meeting Mu Qianxi, Leng Che made an appointment to meet Leng Nianran. He felt that Leng Nianran might know something about the things she avoided talking about.

"Cousin, is there anything I can help you with?" Leng Nianran dressed up carefully for the banquet, wearing an exquisite and appropriate suit, looking handsome, gentle and elegant.

He had a proper smile on his face: "Could it be that you want to stay for the party?"

The tall and handsome young man opposite was dressed in ordinary clothes, but he looked extraordinary.

"No, I'll be back soon." Leng Che said.

After all, Leng Songyan wouldn't want him to appear on this occasion.

"What do you know about Mu Qianxi's affairs?" Leng Che went straight to the point.

"What's the matter?" Leng Nianran tilted his head. Although he was asking a question, there was no doubt in his eyes. It seemed as if he was asking a question even though he knew the answer.

"Did something happen to her the week I went to City G to participate in the physics competition?" Leng Che asked with deep eyes.

he wanted to know.

"Cousin, you know her very well, don't you? Why don't you just ask her? Ah, is it that Sister Mu doesn't want to tell you?" Leng Nianran smiled with a playful look in his eyes, "It seems that you are not someone she completely trusts."

Leng Nianran took a step closer and said provocatively: "Don't just look at the surface of things. Even though she sticks to you all day long, it's still uncertain who she will choose between you and me."

Leng Che's face suddenly darkened, and then he thought of something. His deep eyes returned to calmness, and his voice was cold: "You seem to like using her to irritate me. But I'm sorry, you can take everything else, but you can't take her away."

A trace of anger flashed across Leng Nianran's smug face: "I'm sorry! I have something else to do, so I'm leaving!"

Looking at Leng Nianran's leaving back, Leng Che frowned slightly: It seems that it is impossible to find out anything from him.

Let's go find the wild cat and go home together. I don't know if she is dressed properly in such a cold day. She always likes to open her down jacket, saying it looks better.

He turned around and was about to head towards the agreed location, but after walking a distance, he seemed to have thought of something and stopped suddenly.

The direction Leng Nianran left was the dead forest?

Thinking of the strange footprints he saw in the woods last night, he always felt something was wrong, as if they were being stepped on.

But maybe I was overthinking it, Leng Nianran might not have gone to that place. It's better not to meddle in other people's business. Anyway, that brat doesn't like me.

After walking a few more steps, the uneasy feeling in my heart became stronger and stronger, and finally defeated the indifference in my heart. Leng Che sighed, turned around and followed in the direction he left.

Leng Nianran came to the dead forest alone, looked around, but saw no one.

He took out his phone and clicked on the threatening message he had received in the early hours of the morning: Come to the dead tree forest alone at 10 a.m. to keep the appointment, otherwise, the truth that Leng Songyan didn't know would be announced at the banquet. You will lose everything you are about to gain.

What truth? Is my mother hiding something from me?

As Leng Nianran was staring at his phone with suspicion, suddenly, a familiar and urgent voice came from behind him.

"Nianran! Be careful!"

Leng Nianran turned around in surprise and found Leng Che running towards him like an arrow.

In an instant, there was a sharp and piercing sound of an arrow breaking through the air. Before he could react, he was knocked heavily to the ground on the snow by the cold.

There was a tear in the black coat, and a tearing pain came from his arm. After a while, Leng Che came to his senses, climbed up from Leng Nianran, and sat down on the snow on the side.

His dark eyes were still cold and indifferent, but sweat had already appeared on his forehead. He covered his bleeding wound and looked at the dead tree beside him, which seemed to have been pierced by a sharp arrow. When his eyes followed the direction of the sharp sword, the person who had just hidden behind the tree had disappeared, leaving only a series of footprints on the snow.

Leng Nianran, who was lying on the snow, gradually woke up. He sat up and was shocked to find that his snow-white suit was stained with glaring blood. But he didn't feel anything except the pain from the fall.

He looked at Leng Che who was breathing a little faster beside him, and then he realized where the blood came from. He shouted outside: "Help!"